Monday, May 22, 2006

Croup

We're all sick here at home.


It's some sort of virus, but in the days of the "pending pandemic" that's no big deal.


It was early on, when Gilly started barking like a seal, that things got a little interesting. (Note: Everyone is fine. Don't let the crack about pandemics throw you.)


A phone call to the doctor and a prescription to prednizone later, and we find out that she's got "the croup." 'Scuse me? Isn't that a devise to get horses to move faster? A house for chickens? Perhaps an illness concurrent with "the vapors" or "the scarlet pimpernel"?


Nope, despite the archaic name, the croup is an inflammation of the throat just above the vocal chords. So she got a small dose of steroids, lots of steam, and she's doing much better now.


Hey, I wonder if the steroids will help her homerun average. Lord knows it's done wonders for Barry Bonds.

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